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❝there's green light in my eyes❞
Somehow, she had found herself caught a midst a kaleidoscope. No, such a term was a criminal understatement. For it was not just a chaotic tumbling of colors surrounding her, but the smell of ladies' perfumes and fine foods, the taste of champagne on her rosy lips, the sound of laughter and of the orchestra and a general excitement that wafted throughout the crowds. This wild lavishness had all assembled itself under a single roof due to the obliging hospitality of a single figure.
Her brother had been the one to invite her to this wondrous extravagance. How she could have gone so long without even hearing of such magnificence was a great mystery. But once enlightened, curiosity was only natural. Such parties were uncommon along her side of the bay, after all. Margaery could not even fathom the bewilderment that would cross her husband's face should any of their esteemed neighbors host such an affair. Amusing, though, and far kinder a shock than he deserved. But what was the point in thinking of Joffrey Baratheon when he was not with her?
{ God knew whom he was with now. He was not one to allow his wife attendance to such social gatherings without him, but perhaps the promise of a chance to yield to a greater passion had swayed him. }
Time passed, and the Tyrell only heard rumors of their patron. Where might he be? What sort of man did not entertain his guests himself? Then, she heard it. A name she thought to never grace her ears again.
"Martell? What Martell?"
As if drawn by fate, her fair head turned to the left as she saw him move down the staircase. He seemed to drift through the other guests as if they were nothing, drift through them as coolly as mist. He always did look so cool. A god among mortals, approaching her. The party seemed but a shifting dream. Only he was solid.
"I certainly am glad to see you again"
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Well, she wasn’t stupid. Asha didn’t miss the way her eyes glanced at her hand, the way she seemed to know what she was thinking a moment before even Asha knew. And the way that she was a step ahead of her consistently. She couldn’t help but let a tiny smile flicker across her face. Impressive, she had to admit. This girl was no rookie. She might even be better than Asha.
And having someone out there better at her job than her was unacceptable.
❝I admit, this isn’t what I was expecting. But alright, I’ll bite. I mean, I’m certainly impressed with your skill. And your bravery. Tyrell… you’re Margaery?❞
When she racked her brain, Asha could remember the photos of the beautiful blonde woman before her on the news. Or rather, one of the entertainment segments before the real news. Her family was rich, she was intelligent and beautiful, and she had just gotten engaged to the spoiled, bratty heir to the combined Baratheon and Lannister fortunes.
❝You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. And you can’t be stupid. You want my help killing him because of course they’ll question the fiancé. It’s bad business to kill people you’re personally invested in. ❞
She thought, hand lifting to her hair and running through her hair. It was against most of what she believed in. Asha worked alone. But if she was going to have an ally, Margaery Tyrell was a good bet.
❝Alright. I might be interested. I have no desire to kill you, Tyrell. But we need to talk about what I would get in return. Money? Protection from the law? Killing assholes is one thing. But a rich kid is something much more risky.❞
❝I rarely am what most expect. Indeed, I am Margaery. Pleasure to meet you, even if our surroundings are not so. I do apologize for he secrecy and blackmail, but how else was I to get your attention?❞
She liked the other, admired the Greyjoy's style and spirit, but the Tyrell did not trust her. Had she openly consulted with her, it would have been simple enough to alert the authorities to her schemes. Or even worse, the Lannisters. Incriminating information about the other had been necessary for her own protection.
She was not fool enough or desirous of friendship. Allies, however, would be lovely.
❝Bad business, but altogether a requirement. I appreciate the sentiment, for I do not wish to die❞
She could do it, if she wanted to very badly. Margaery wasn't one for hand-to-hand combat. At a distance, she supposed it would be a matter of which charming murderess was the quicker draw. Hiding her body would be incredibly difficult. She was worth more to Asha Greyjoy alive than dead.
❝I can't promise protection from the law. I can offer you more money than you've ever had in your life. Vigilante justice is not typically a profitable business.
That should help convince you. But looking through your greatest hits, it doesn't take a genius to realize that you go after womanizers and abusers.
I can all but guarantee you haven't met anyone as wicked as Joffrey Baratheon. He tortured his last girlfriend. The police actually had to come in and rescue the poor girl. Newspapers were told to keep the story quiet. Yes, this is a lucrative job for me, but don't think he doesn't have it coming.❞
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( westeros. a name he hadn’t heard before, but with various pockets of worlds across yggdrasil, he supposed it was one of them. ) ”Yes. Thank you for your concern.” ( it was ironic how a stranger would show more concern for him in a span of ten seconds than his own ’father’ did in ten centuries. ) "I…fell." ( that was the truth; he dared not give more information than that. at least not until he was sure he was worthy of the truth. or his own version of it. ) "Who do I have the honor of speaking to?"
( how could such a descent have left night a scratch on him? it seemed impossible ; had the brunette not witnessed it herself, she would not have believed the tale ) ”I noticed” ( a fall was obvious. but from where? she glanced upwards, as if she might suddenly discover herself underneath a tall tower. only the heavens stretched above ) "Lady Margaery of House Tyrell, my lord And may I know whom I speak with?" ( curiosity and concern were equally mixed within her. and how strange it felt, introducing oneself so normally, as if the meeting was anything but bizarre and fascinating )
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Poison Ring - Once used by the nobility to poison each other.
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Encourage them? Naaaaaaaaaaah sis It was more…brotherly advice tbh
Well for future notice, if it's a matter of me being plagued with incestant questions, feel free to keep your brotherly advice to yourself, big bro.
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Better h e r than the little bird, he thought as he saw Margaery walking towards him. This young Tyrell girl seemed to have a good handle on the prick, and now that Joffrey had someone new to concentrate on, his torture of Sansa had become less frequent. All in all, Sandor felt a sort of relief that the Tyrells had come to King’s Landing.
❝If you’re looking for Joffrey, I believe he’s speaking with Lord Tywin in the Tower of the Hand, my lady.❞
A practiced smile lit the Tyrell beauty's features before she'd even recognized the other. Margaery had learned it was best to appear the happy and blushing bride-to-be to all she came across in the gardens, whether or not the other deserved a kind look. H o u n d, they called him. Yes, she knew of him, even if she could not recall ever exchanging a word with the man.
❝Well, I would not wish to disturb my King. My visit shall have to wait for another time. Thank you, Ser❞
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❝ Brothers often do not understand how fun those type of games can be. Their loss. Oh, that sounds likes a lovely tale. Tell me, Lady Margaery, does this noble lady get her happy ending with her love? Do they run away and marry? Or do they meet a grim fate instead?❞
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❝ A grim fate? Oh no, i could never condemn the poor lovers to such unhappiness. The gardens seem much more like the setting of a love story than a tragedy, at least in my mind. The pair do not run away, however. She comes to discover the servant was really the rightful heir to his own kingdom, banished by his corrupt counsel. Together, the lady and her serving prince retake his kingdom. But they never forget their secret meetings in the gardens here and plant beautiful roses throughout their land in remembrance of their first days as lovers❞
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( cue a smirk; he’s mildly appeased by her willingness to learn. )
❝ utterly indeed, but you’ll get better in no time.
you seem a FAST learner, at least. ❞
❝ We all have our virtues ; but an aptitude for physical fighting does not appear to be one of mine ❞
( she in turn is mildly sated by his implied refusal to give up on her )
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[text: marzy] it’s a bit late for the sex talk margy, far too late actually tbf [text: marzy] fine we can both be the ot ones okay? it’s tyrell thing we’re all just v good looking [text: marzy] but i am no dork
[text: lorax] really? I had no idea, you always seem so innocent. [text:lorax] we are all gods among mere mortals [text:lorax] you are the dorkiest dork to ever dork
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The First Hour || AU || Jojen & Margaery || Closed
He glanced around a few places before letting his guard drop a fraction. The place was deserted for the moment, aside from critters, and it was only him and the girl in there. They would be safe for the time being, and could figure a plan. She had a family to get back to, as did he.
❝ I’m fine. You were the first one I ran into once the sirens blared. ❞ Jojen was a terrible fighter, and not particularly one for violence, but he was fast, and good at getting himself away from bad situations. Meera had taught him how to hide in unusual places, and Jojen had memorized the paths he could take during the Purge.
He glanced at the girl, almost shyly, ❝ Why are you out here? You don’t look like the kind of person who needs a cleansing. ❞ Looks could be deceiving though.
Margaery nodded. Of course, she should have known. He didn't seem inclined to violence and, if he had encountered hostilities, his best bet would have likely been running. Perhaps her thoughts seemed cold, but she preferred 'shrewd' or 'calculating'. Of course, if she'd been a little smarter, she would have a. not gotten seperated from her brothers and b. made sure she at least had more than a water bottle strapped to her side.
❝ Revenge. The Lannister family betrayed mine, and seeing as how they've done the same to countless others, my brothers and I thought we'd pay them back ❞ A moment's hesitation. ❝ We had no intention of hurting anyone else, unless they got in our way. No innocents ❞
Of course, it might be wiser to appear dangerous to the other, but was that a lie she could pull off? He'd seen her leave safety to try to get him away from the danger. It was too late to pretend to be heartless. Pulling the bottle from her belt, she took a drink of water and passed it to him. ❝ I'm Margaery, by the way ❞
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’ kind and well spoken? and a man — well, you here have a rare man indeed. men often hold other interests, i say he’s a keeper. ‘
’ indeed, I think much the same.
'praps I might see him at the next ball?
imagine how romantic it would be just like in the stories. ‘
